we started at brambleton deli where i hungrily threw back the most delicious bbq sandwich i've ever come in contact with. then as a few people developed into a crowd we migrated to bww's where we played knock-out on surprisingly open pool tables. i happened to make an awesome winning shot. my brother-in-law had two balls left side by side at the far end of the table. i shot between them and they both rolled into the far corner pockets all professional like. after we had our fill there, we abandoned bww's and headed towards downtown in hopes to find a place that would liven us up.
we decided upon awful author's which was booming with music and had a three dollar cover charge. once entering the thunderous place, i handed my id to the doorman with my three dollars. in the middle of the exchange i heard my name amplified throughout the building,
"stacy ***, you need to get up here and sing this song stacy ***!'
to my surprise i saw doug and his band, center hill, on stage and they were all looking and pointing to me. my face automatically flushed red and my palms became sweaty. i shook my head no and hid behind my embarrassed smile as we made our way to the bar for a beer. in route, i heard them start to play a familiar song. it just so happened to be the song i wrote and recorded six years ago at the baptist home. i had forgotten i had given doug rights to the song. it was awesome hearing it by an actual band and i think they probably did it better than i ever could. but they werent satisfied by my absence on stage. after the song was over doug went a little over board saying,
"that song was by one of the greatest singer/song writers in the roanoke area. her name is stacy *** and she's sitting right over there...behind the plants by the bar." everyone looked at me...
they started up again playing a good song of theirs, but at the end they started up with me again trying to get me on that damn stage.
"stacy *** here is a guitar! get up here now! this song is easy, just G C and D, come up and play!" i burried my face in my hands and my face was hot. "stacy ***!, staaaaacccccyyyy!"
it was highly embarrassing and doug knows i have terrible stage fright. but that didnt stop him. "hey guys, i think she needs some help getting up here why dont we all yell to show her they way!"
so they all wooed but i still didnt budge. doug even got a ralley of people to come to where i was sitting to try and physically get me on the stage. he laughed at the sight of my reddened face and refusal and they finished the show.
after the show, he came barreling up towards me in a fit of laughter exclaiming that one day he'll get me on stage. that rat bastard!
in retrospect i guess i should have gone up there and humored them, even though my voice was horse from speaking like an old black man with my bro-in-law. but i plan on going to more of their shows and hopefully i can get over this fucking stage fright. it actually looks pretty fun and it felt really good to get recognition...amplified recognition. it was good times...
we decided upon awful author's which was booming with music and had a three dollar cover charge. once entering the thunderous place, i handed my id to the doorman with my three dollars. in the middle of the exchange i heard my name amplified throughout the building,
"stacy ***, you need to get up here and sing this song stacy ***!'
to my surprise i saw doug and his band, center hill, on stage and they were all looking and pointing to me. my face automatically flushed red and my palms became sweaty. i shook my head no and hid behind my embarrassed smile as we made our way to the bar for a beer. in route, i heard them start to play a familiar song. it just so happened to be the song i wrote and recorded six years ago at the baptist home. i had forgotten i had given doug rights to the song. it was awesome hearing it by an actual band and i think they probably did it better than i ever could. but they werent satisfied by my absence on stage. after the song was over doug went a little over board saying,
"that song was by one of the greatest singer/song writers in the roanoke area. her name is stacy *** and she's sitting right over there...behind the plants by the bar." everyone looked at me...
they started up again playing a good song of theirs, but at the end they started up with me again trying to get me on that damn stage.
"stacy *** here is a guitar! get up here now! this song is easy, just G C and D, come up and play!" i burried my face in my hands and my face was hot. "stacy ***!, staaaaacccccyyyy!"
it was highly embarrassing and doug knows i have terrible stage fright. but that didnt stop him. "hey guys, i think she needs some help getting up here why dont we all yell to show her they way!"
so they all wooed but i still didnt budge. doug even got a ralley of people to come to where i was sitting to try and physically get me on the stage. he laughed at the sight of my reddened face and refusal and they finished the show.
after the show, he came barreling up towards me in a fit of laughter exclaiming that one day he'll get me on stage. that rat bastard!
in retrospect i guess i should have gone up there and humored them, even though my voice was horse from speaking like an old black man with my bro-in-law. but i plan on going to more of their shows and hopefully i can get over this fucking stage fright. it actually looks pretty fun and it felt really good to get recognition...amplified recognition. it was good times...
